"You're the only prayer I need to make me feel blessed."
- I will also do imagines of Haz and his characters, mostly Peter.
- I don't do smut. I just don't.
- Enjoy this imagines y'all!
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Warning: – Spideypool – Wade is here! – I did not proofread this
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Having a brother which I can call a psychopath can ruin your day at school within just a single text. As each day pass by, my thoughts of either one of us being adopted deepens. We have completely different personalities; people say that I'm sweet and he is not; most say that I'm well mannered and he is not; lastly, everyone tells us that we do not look-alike in any way possible. In another thought, I do feel the his love for me, even though I hate him pretty badly. At the end of the day, we are still siblings, and we still have each other's back.
I walked through the crowded, noisy halls of Midtown trying to find my source of happiness in this place, my boyfriend. My brother does not have a clue about this, for I know that he would freak out and might even hunt this guy down. I do not want my first relationship to go into the dump just because of my awful brother. Chatters were all over the place, and one cannot understand a single word one utters unless you raise the volume of your speaking voice.
"Peter!" I exclaimed tackling the man I love down to the ground as I hugged him. "I missed you!"
"You just saw me yesterday." He chuckled trying to get up.
I sighed, "Well if you have a sibling like mine, I'm pretty sure that you'll be bummed."
"I still haven't met your brother though." He helped me stand up. "I still don't know what he looks like."
"Even though I want to introduce you to him, I just don't want you to end up in pieces." I replied with a soft smile playing on my face.
Getting to each other's lockers, we didn't really do much talking, Peter was constantly looking at his phone probably every thirty seconds or so. He had never acted this way ever since, even when we were just friends. By this moment in time, I feel like he is hiding something away from me, and I feel like every girl on my shoes would have the same perception as mine. Everyone does say that the key to a successful and long relationship is effective communication, and it seems like we already ticked off this part to a good bond. Take note of the sarcasm.
The day went by as every regular day goes, nothing really special happened. It was just full of lectures, quizzes, and last but not the least, homework. I also started to get suspicious about Peter as the hours passed by. I exited the school door and into the noisy, chilling streets of this city when I received a text message from my one and only annoying brother. I clicked on the notification that had "WADE💕🦄" on it. As one might assume, he was the one who placed that contact ID on my phone.
